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Aria: Thanks for your review. You get what you want, more chapter ^^
Kyotora: I think you are from Kyoto, Japan which means you can find Frodo doll easier than me. _
Robin Gurl's INSANE: I feel like I see your name somewhere before, not in 'Lord of the Rings'. Did you ever contact with r_azure_r@yahoo.com? oh, don't mind. My memory is rather bad. Good luck with your study, gal.
M14Mouse: ^^ of course. No one doesn't want Frodo?
Lily Baggins: I think more adorable than Frodo must be…mmm…me /someone hits El's head/
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Chapter 5
Legolas walked back to his own chamber, hummed a song softly along the path. Many lamps were lit in the hallway, made light for anyone who passed by. The young prince stopped his pace when his keen eyes caught the presence of something or someone at a side of the path, not far from his own chamber. He stepped to it silently and cautiously; be on guarded if something wick happened. The nearer he stepped to that thing, the clearer he could see; it was the small body of Frodo Baggins. The little hobbit looked like a big ball on the floor. His messy head rested on his knees which was bent up to his chin as his tiny arms folded around them.
Legolas kneeled in front of him slowly and soundlessly for he afraid that a little noise he may do, would startle Frodo. He heard a muffled sobs from the boy and some incoherent words like 'Papa…miss you... Why?... Don't…away.'
"Frodo? What are you doing here, little one?" The Prince of Mirkwood asked softly. He laid his hand on a little shoulder and winced inwardly when he felt the hobbit's skin was too hot as if he was burning on fire.
Frodo's head snapped up to face him. Legolas felt a pity in his heart. The hobbit's face was pale, too pale while his nose was red and his sad eyes began to swallow a little bit because of the weeping.
Then, the sadness and mournful in Frodo's eyes fade away quickly like it never been there; and the glimpse of surprise, happy, relief and love flashed in his eyes instead. Suddenly, Legolas was taken aback with the boy's body that flung into his arms
"Papa!" Frodo cried out. His arms wrapped tightly around the elf's neck, liked he was afraid to lose him forever.
The elf understood immediately with Frodo's high temperature. The kid was in delirium state and thought he was his dead father. *poor little boy* thought the Prince of Mirkwood. He carried the hobbit tenderly and stood up, stroked Frodo's back soothingly on the way to the boy's room. Frodo's crying subsided a little as well as his bedroom was in front of him. Legolas patted his little back 2-3 times before he reached his hand out for the door's handle.
"I had a bad… bad dream, papa… I dreamt… you and… mama were…d…dead…" Frodo's words stopped the elf's action for a moment. His eyes turned from the door to the kid in his arms. Frodo's face was paler than a few minutes ago and the new tears poured down on his white cheeks once again. The hobbit buried his face in Legolas' shoulder.
"I was…s…so afraid…papa…"
Those words stabbed the elf's heart. *The same word I spoke to ada when nana passed away, so like mine. And yet unlike, I still have ada; but Frodo lost his parents together at the same time, poor boy.*
"Shh…it's alright Frodo," Legolas said though he thought grimly for the lie he had made but what choice he had, even if it wasn't alright, never be alright for Frodo, it was the only sentence he could think of to calm the boy.
The little head in Legolas' arms rose up from his shoulder and watched straight into his eyes.
"Don't leave me alone again, papa, please. Promise me, you won't leave me."
Legolas paused with Frodo's pleading. Elves always keep their words, especially the promise. They will not make any promise if they don't certain that they could keep it.
"Shh…quit saying. You are so sick and need the rest," The elf said what he thought was the best. He didn't want to break Frodo's heart as well as he didn't want to make the lie promise to the hobbit.
Frodo obeyed docilely. He was so exhausted from his fleeting and his sobbing. Beside, he felt cold and hot all over his body. The hobbit began to shiver and snuggle as close as he can to Legolas' warmth body.
The elf noticed the changing and embraced the kid tighter as he pushed the door open. A candlestick was lit on the low and small table which had the plate of fruits and a drink on. Beside it, was a cushion which was Bilbo Baggins laid with a half-finish book rest on his chest. Both table and cushion didn't be here the last time he came in. Thus, he presumed Elrond must command his servants to settle them in Frodo's room, for Bilbo's convenient. The chair that the Lord of Rivendell had occupied a few hours ago was nowhere to be seen.
Legolas walked to the bed and sat on it. He attempted to unfold Frodo's arms from his neck. Unfortunately, the more he tried, the more tightened the hobbit's arms be. In the end, Legolas gave up. He reached behind his head to untie his braid. A brush was needed to untangle his hair but it was on the dressing-table in the bathroom, farther than he bothered to get up and fetch it. Therefore, he contented merely combed his long hair with his fingers. It was very difficult to comb the hair when someone had a child in their arms and that child kept his fingers in their hair. Legolas found this fact when Frodo played his hair in his slumber. However, the hobbit stopped finally and let the Prince of Mirkwood to comb his hair.
Legolas lay down on the bed with little Frodo in his arms. He pulled the sheet up to the boy's chin and brushed his hair from the damp forehead. Frodo murmured 'Papa' and released Legolas' neck. But to his dismay, Frodo's tiny hands found another target on the elf. His little fingers clutched on the prince's cloth tightly as he cuddled closer to Legolas.
"Papa… don't go."
The Prince of Mirkwood smiled sadly. He kissed on Frodo's forehead and embraced the hobbit. Soon, he too wandered in the dreamland.
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Note: translation
Nana = mommy
Ada = daddy
I think this is the most fluffy chapter in 'Innocent'. Next chapter will longer
than this one.
